ventricosus has a type and it’s shinsha?? mood,,
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ventricosus has a type and it’s shinsha?? mood,,
amelserru:
Important. There’s a certain heaviness he perceives in the word and little can he do to stop his quiet humming. Something vague like that… “Yes.” At least that he can say with certainty. “I first spoke to her properly in an event similar to this. I thought she’d like this one, as well.” Maybe give them the feeling of things being just as they had been there.
“I personally still fail to see the appeal of being part of the crowds, however.” Despite their shared distaste for crowds, Kingu had never questioned Cinnabar’s reasons to so readily avoid them.
“ I see. ” They make as if to add more, then decide against it, choosing instead to gaze at the sand by their feet.
A companion. Though it could pass for envy, the thought leaves them more wistful than not. In this world, it was possible for anyone to connect: humans, nonhumans, and every creature in between could potentially form bonds with one another, regardless of the lands from which they originally hailed. This was a fact. And yet, they still find themselves yearning to see the planet of the six moons, where their siblings have begun waging civil war. Where they weren’t granted the freedom to interact with others like they are with Kingu now.
For them to nurse such a painful longing for a sensei and a group of gems they had only recently gained the courage to approach... Really, it was almost pathetic. “ I take it you’ve managed to enjoy at least part of your time on the island, then? That’s good. If we’re going to be stuck here, might as well... ‘Make the best of your situation’, as they say. ”
amelserru:
So it was like that. Then… “Festivities are taking place in the ward where I reside. Unlike the other place, there aren’t many areas to visit besides the city.” He has no trouble sitting there in silence, though his eyes drift to the quicksilver that often hovers around the gem. It’s rather fascinating, mesmerizing even.
And so it takes a moment for him to register the question sent his way, or maybe he’d hoped to avoid giving an answer. He’s nothing to lose, and Cinnabar hardly seems the type that would mock for him. “I entertained the thought of asking someone to accompany me. Ultimately decided against it.” Kingu’s not quite sure he’s willing to elaborate, he’s rather lost still, but it does serve the purpose of explaining why he’s out and about. “Everything is bright.”
Cinnabar nods their head in agreement. They understood his frustration — the wards were the center of the festivities, and treading anywhere near them was like inviting an earful of shrieking chaos. Like the city wasn’t loud enough already.
“ ...Yeah. Awful lot of light out this late at night. ” Artificial light, yes, but the mercury shimmers under its glare all the same. “ Noise, too. It’s annoying. You wanted to come here with someone? They must be important if you’re willing to deal with this commotion for their sake. ”
inv1s:
Plopping down beside the other, Violet offers them a ready-made s’more as she places another one in her mouth.
“Awfully loud over there huh?” she says with her mouth full.
What was that called, again — ‘food’? They shake their head. “ I don’t eat. ”
“ Humans usually won’t visit this part of the shoreline. Not in droves, at least. Guess that’s the power of a festival for you, huh? ”
amelserru:
There’s a familiar face, a kindred spirit of sorts when it came to participating in these human festivities.
“I thought you more the type to stay indoors during such busy times.” Don’t mind him sitting down nearby.
“ I am, ” they huff. “ But as luck would have it, the festival invaded my usual resting ground. ” Were they to navigate the crowds swarming the beach, their poison was bound to splash onto some poor fool. It was late — the humans would be gone soon enough, or at the very least lessen considerably. All they had to do was wait. “ I would think the same goes for you. What are you doing out here? Curious about what the ruckus is about, for once? ”
Festivities? At this time of the year?
How about... no. Let them sulk behind the fire pits in peace, thanks.
❜ ⋮ ☾ ゚*。 Don’t mind them, they’re just standing serenely in front of a jewelery stall, nothing terrible going on here.
❝ I see. So even here, beings enjoy the desecration and mounting of our corpses. How fascinating it all is. ❞
Nevermind, it’s all terrible.
This can’t be happening.
First they find this stall full of their dead brethren, when from nowhere appears someone who looks exactly like a living version of said dead brethren.
They can feel the fabric of reality shriveling to dust. What are words, again?
agaratnora:
God, what a jerk!
Nora was still coughing as she stood up, throwing the vape pen at the passing stranger. It bounced off their shoulder.
“What, you think I don’t know that! Why do you think I was practicing here, meanie! I AM going to get into more accidents, thank you very much!!”
As she spoke, she stepped onto the hoverboard again, wobbling towards balance for about 4 seconds before she fell again. This time she caught herself, hands pressed roughly against the pavement.
“Owowow…”
Dealing with these mouthy types is more trouble than it’s worth. They would know.
Still, they haven’t stepped away — the nostalgia clings to their throat like cough syrup, thick and repulsively sweet, yet they can’t deny the biting warmth that lies beneath their scorn. It stings them more than they’d like to admit.
Grimacing, Cinnabar slows their pace, their heel grinding against the concrete as they come to a full stop. “ Let me be more clear: Don’t bother continuing this pointless exercise. You’re only going to hurt yourself again and again, and you’ll have nothing to show for it except your countless wounds. ”
aequor:
Unsurprisingly, this gem recognizes her for what she is almost immediately. It may help that she introduced herself as Lapis Lazuli, thus making it unquestionably clear what she is, but even so… They understand despite the apparent differences between them that Lapis is quickly made aware of.
A different ‘species?’ The word is only vaguely familiar to her, as are so many of the Earth terms and concepts that Steven has explained to her over time. She gets the gist of it, though, or so she believes. “I don’t think being made on different planets makes us different ‘species.’” She herself is no different from any other gem of her kind, after all, regardless of where they were made.
Then it hits her.
“Wait. You don’t even know what Homeworld is?” That’s… unprecedented. Unheard of, even. “What kind of gem doesn’t know about Homeworld? Who are you?”
“ And I’m going to assume that you don’t know what the Beach of Beginnings is, ” they retort, their posture stiffening defensively. Then they remind themselves: just as they have yet to understand her culture, she doesn’t understand theirs. They force their shoulders to drop, lest she take their body language as a sign of hostility. “ Like I said, we may both refer to ourselves as ‘gems’, but I don’t believe we’re the same type of gem. At least, that’s the conclusion I came to after meeting another one of your kind. ”
“ For instance, your gem. It’s... a single stone of lapis lazuli located on your body, right? ” Where it may be located, they wouldn’t know, for she doesn’t appear to have it in the same spot as Rose Quartz did. How curious. “ My body is composed of my namesake, Cinnabar. From what I understand of the gems born on Homeworld, your physical body would instead be a... projection, of sorts? ”
apologies for the inactivity! school started again for me so life is a bit more hectic, but i’ll be getting to replies throughout this week!
In the year 2029, Nora Renaud was born.
In the year 2052, Nora Renaud was living as normal a life as could be expected, until she wasn’t. Nora Renaud was brought to Spirale. In Spirale, it wasn’t the year 2052 anymore.
Nobody seemed to know what year it was. The closest equivalent seemed to be 2018. The culture was 2018. The memes were 2018. The memes were 2018.
All of it so vintage. All of it so charming.
Nora fell on her ass off the hoverboard, choking on her own vape pen in the process.
“Parkour,” she sputtered.
They watch her with the detachment of a casual onlooker. The spectacle only confirms their previous observation: these are the mighty humans, the same beings who created their sensei. Disappointing at worst, puzzling at best.
So... they sigh. They pass her on the street, their stride unchanging.
“ The terrain becomes rockier up ahead. If you’re going to get into more accidents, you’d best do them around here, where the ground is still even. ”
scyphozoas:
havenochill:
“Organics?” That’s a new one. It makes sense, though, if they’re truly made of gemstones. She’s experienced no shortage of strange things in her time, so she can’t be too surprised.
“Well… It’s cool to meet you. Always good to see another person that isn’t human.” If her history classes were accurate, homo-sapiens can be a little genocidal. It’d be nice to have backup if push comes to shove.
“ The same goes for you, Eight. ” Granted, her nonhuman attribute doesn’t matter so much as her willingness to respect their privacy, though it is welcomed regardless. “ Well, I guess I’ll... see you around, then. ”
havenochill:
“Woah… That’s rawsome.” She leans forward to admire that sparkly hairdo, careful not to invade their personal space in the process. “Uh… I’m Eight. That’s what everyone calls me, at least – Agent 8. I’m an Octoling.”
They are somewhat startled by her movements, but it’s fine as long as she doesn’t get too close. Which she doesn’t. Much appreciated.
“ Eight, huh... I’ll admit, I haven’t heard of your species before. Then again, there seems to be a wide variety of organics in this city. Much more than in my world, at least. ”
havenochill:
“Nah, I’m not a human. I mean… Obviously.” She sweeps a hand through her tentacles with a half-smile. “I’m guessing you aren’t either, huh?”
“ Far from it. ” Pausing, they tap a finger to their own shimmering hair. “ I’m a gemstone. My body is made up of the same jewel as my namesake, Cinnabar. You? ”
havenochill:
“… I’m not familiar with that one.” Is this why they all died out? “Jeez. They must be pretty care-free…”
“ Yeah... must be real nice, having the guts to go out and embarrass yourself in public every other day... ”
“ Well, not like it’s my problem. And neither is it yours, from the sound of it. ”